Stories about Michigan Football >>>>>> Other

I solved this very problem by dating(and will eventually marry) a Michigan Girl.
Why waste time with someone less intelligent, who is less hot because she doesn't wear maize and blue?

Of course, before I go on bragging too much I should say that I have to cover up my fiance's (lack of) football knowledge(she asked me who Jake Long was the year he got drafted)

Man this really sucks
My story is really good
Multiple haikus

My cousins wedding
I couldn't take anymore
Left during prayer

Went back to hotel
Mallett beat Minnesota
No return to church

Family is pissed
But Michigan is my life
Didn't give a fuck

Cousin called next day
Heart crushed, voice full of anger
Yet still no remorse

During the 1997 Iowa game, I felt like crap the entire game. Laying down on the bench for much of the first half but standing for the complete second half, I refused to let my dad leave early and take us home. Seeing the end of the game was well worth it but I found out on Monday that I had strep throat.

Also, had strep throat during The Horror but left early thinking... well you all know what I was thinking. That decision was probably for the best, though I think the outcome of the game may have led to the longer recovery time.

But that's because I try to go to as many games as is financially feasible. I still sit in the student section because frankly I cringe at the thought of sitting with the "down in front crowd" (although I will be sitting with the blue hairs for the OSU game... I swear to God if I hear a "down in front" or "please keep your voice down I'm trying to watch the game" I will lose it).

I just thought of a story I dated a girl back in the day and she told me that she loved M Football and I was like "I've heard that before and generally they are just trying to make me feel better". She said "No I really love football I've been going since I was a little girl, etc etc". That year was the 2006 blood bath game at ND where we (for lack of better words) "railed them".

Afterward she to a mutual friend (who eventually told me) that "I didn't know he was so into football... it was kind of scary" she thought about breaking up with me. We finally broke up a few weeks later.

Moral of the story: When a girl tells you that she's "into" football just smile and nod but realize that she isn't your "dream girl" she's just like every other girl.

Like everyone has said in other threads, find someone who will just tolerate your passion for Michigan Football and frankly that's good enough for government work!

I hate weddings in the fall, if it is not a close friend I am not going.

I got engaged around thanksgiving my wife really wanted a late summer early fall wedding, I told her after August 1st there will be no wedding, so we got married in july! Why this works is because she loves going to the games and watching the band!

IMHE there is nothing in the world more inconsiderate than a fall wedding. Two of my wive's friends have gotten married during the Notre Dame game two consecutive years (last and this).

I told my wife I would go to neither. We're still married, and I think she still even likes me.

In '06 I was dating a Florida State grad when she got two tickets to one of their home games. It was still about 6 weeks away and she asked me if I wanted to go. My response of "I need to see who Michigan is playing first" may or may not have lead to the breakup one week later, but I did get to see Michigan play that game and that's what's really important.

Yeah, telling a girl you'd rather watch football on TV than football with her isn't going to fly ever. However, if you did that, you must not have been that into her anyway. Makes for a pretty funny story though.

My sophomore year of college, I tore some ligaments in my foot about three games into the season. We had an away game one weekend against a team that wasn't going to be much of a challenge. We ended up winning 54-7. Anyway, I came into some Michigan tickets that weekend and went to the Iowa game on crutches with a cryo cuff and boot on my foot. Michigan lost 34-9. Not a great day.

In 2007, I skipped a friend's wedding to go to the Notre Dame game. That was a better day.

four of us (two couples) drove to Pasadena cross country in a Honda Civic. The night before the big game (New Year's Eve), I partied with Sam Sword's older brother until the bars closed. Problem was, my girlfriend at the time, did not (more on this later). We slept in the stoop of a shop to be there for the start of the parade, which I caught the latter portion of, not even remembering how I ended up there in the first place.

Waking up to the smell of roses would have been sweet, were it not for the hard cement and one missing shoe.

My girlfriend was so pissed she sold my ticket to the game. I wandered around the stadium aimlessly, broke and without hope when a few people invited me to join their tailgate. Throughout the game, I kept walking up to the gate, trying to catch a glimpse. My drunken charm (annoying badgering), eventually worked and with two minutes left to go the guard working the gate showed mercy on my soul. I ran down the stairs right past my soon to be ex girlfriend and rushed the field to celebrate the victory.